A few extras from the trip:
What we did see as very real signs of the apocalypse were six Confederate Flags. Five of which were in Illinois and Indiana. I guess the Mason Dixon Line should now be I-80.
The old man on the ferry was right: Thursday, Friday, and Saturday presented us with beautiful weather, clear skies, 80 degree temps, low humidity. We were not traveling in pools of our own sweat.
Randy sent me some pictures from his iPhone, including this one at the river that blocked any further off-road travel in Shawnee National Forest:
No more road.
Also, this is the small creek we forded where I probably picked up the rock:
Seemed harmless enough.
Randy noticed a lot of farms in Tennessee with mules running around. Someone at work passed along this info about the love affair between Tennesseans and their mules:
Randy's disappearing Super 8 was turned into a Motel 6. They must be going through some sort of identity makeover, it was decorated in some kind of retro-chic, art deco motif. Notice the towel rack:
The whole room was yellow and black...hip, man.
Anyway, a few last odds and ends:
We ended up with bags of change after this trip because there were no newspaper vending machines in front of the diners where we ate breakfast. Not one in seven days. I like a newspaper at breakfast! Plus, it's a good way to get rid of those pesky coins.
You might have noticed the statue outside Louisville Slugger Field. It isn't a baseball player, It's Paul Hornung, famous Green Bay Packer football player. He was a three sport athlete in high school in Louisville, where he grew up. Here it is again:
Paul Hornung, "The Golden Boy." Only Heisman Trophy winner from a losing team. Notre Dame went 2-8 that year.
And oh yeah, Cubs traded Junior Lake while we were driving home.
Speaking of which, the moment I arrived home I received another severe storm warning from the National Weather Service, only this time it was blaring out that buzzing signal like the ones coming from the TV. Scared the pee out of me so badly that I almost drove through the back of the garage. I was instructed to get out of my damn car and get into the basement immediately. They weren't kidding...at that moment a tornado whipped through town, just four blocks north of me. Two severe warnings in one week!
The skate park was shredded. This ramp blew across the street and landed near the local pool.
This is also the second time Randy and I have arrived back in Chicago on a day when local authorities have evacuated Lollapalooza. We bring joy wherever we go.
Mmmmmm......chicken fried steak! Notice the side of broccoli, apparently for the diet conscious.
And oh yeah, I stole that newspaper from the motel.
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